Estiu - ZOO

Cau la calor a la safor bombeja el ritme

No estem fent merda facilona, ací fem himnes

Se’n va el dolor amb l' olor a mar, les primaveres

Demanen vida, l’estiu arriba…

El sol ha eixit, la ràdio sona, estem vius

Estic fent temes i esperant per si somrius

Érem feliços amb mentires de mil colors

Tinc els conflictes d’un suïcida, tinc por…

I vull tornar als meus impulsos, ser pràctic

Que si ella sona jo tremole, lo màxim

Venen trompetes, no és Gillespie

Etern als samples, és Ainsley: «Brother, ho volen simple»

Volen que venga el discurs que ven, que no qüestione

Volen que calle i que puge al tren

I aquella gent que em demana frases?

que

Em diu que torne?

No s’imaginen lo mal que em senc

Pero hui ja passe del drama

Vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema

Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama

No vull que un error siga un problema

Però hui ja passe del drama

L’auto-compassió és una condemna

Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama

No vull ni la reixa ni la pena

Res del que passa és comparable a tu

La nostra eixida eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs

Tu eres rebel i consentida, res del que passa és comparable

A tu.

Passa la vida!

Res del que passa és comparable a tu

La nostra eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs

Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable

A tu.

Passa la vida!

I un altre any perdut en esta confusió vital

Lluitant contra els dimonis que van per dins cridant

Buscant guanyar-me la partida, i perdre la raó

Buscant que perga les forces, passa la vida i jo…

Veig als majors, i pense en tot el que es mereixen

I baixa la esperança i puja el pa

I amb esta perspectiva qui vol crèixer, eh?

Dubtes i dubtes, depressió ve i eufòria va

Que no serà per ganes de ficar les bombes

Que serà per la por a perdre el que tenim

Qui no censura el fons, critica per les formes

I uns passen del tema, i uns filen massa prim

Volen que venga el discurs que ven, la porten clara:

Jo el que vull vendre és la victòria cara

Que vull mirar als ulls si un dia arriba l’hora…

Que no puc ser feliç amb tanta merda ahí fora

Pero hui ja passe del drama

Vull tocar el foc, sentir que crema

Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama

No vull que un error siga un problema

Però hui ja passe del drama

L’auto-compassió és una condemna

Jo tinc set de vida, no de fama

No vull ni la reixa ni la pena

Res del que passa és comparable a tu

La nostra eixida eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs

Tu eres rebel i consentida, res del que passa és comparable

A tu.

Passa la vida!

Res del passa és comparable a tu

La nostra eixida, homes i dones d’actes impurs

Perquè tu tanques la ferida, res del que passa és comparable

A tu.

Passa la vida!

The heat drops to the saffron pumping the rhythm

We’re not doing easy shit, we’re doing hymns here

The pain is gone with the smell of the sea, the springs

They ask for life, summer is coming…

The sun has risen, the radio is ringing, we are alive

I’m doing homework and waiting for you to smile

We were happy with lies of a thousand colors

I'm in conflict with a suicide, I'm afraid

And I want to get back to my impulses, be practical

That if she sounds I tremble, the maximum

They sell trumpets, not Gillespie

Eternal to the samples, is Ainsley: "Brother, they want it simple"

They want the speech they sell to come, not to question it

They want me to shut up and get on the train

And those people who ask me for sentences?

what

Tell me to come back?

Can't imagine how bad I feel?

But today the drama is over

I want to touch the fire, feel it burn

I am thirsty for life, not for fame

I don't want an error to be a problem

But today the drama is over

Self-compassion is a condemnation

I am thirsty for life, not for fame

I don’t want the grid or the penalty

Nothing that happens is comparable to you

Our way out, men and women of unclean acts

You were rebellious and pampered, nothing of the sort is comparable

To you.

Life goes on!

Nothing that happens is comparable to you

Our way out, men and women of unclean acts

Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable

To you.

Life goes on!

And another year lost in this vital confusion

Fighting the demons that go inside screaming

Looking to win my game, and lose my mind

Seeking to lose strength, life passes and I…

I see the elders, and think of all they deserve

And hope lowers and bread rises

And with that in mind, who wants to grow up?

Doubts and doubts, depression comes and euphoria goes

That will not be for the sake of putting the bombs

That will be for fear of losing what we have

Those who do not censor the background criticize the forms

And some go overboard, and some spin too thin

They want the speech they sell to come, they make it clear:

What I want to sell is victory

I want to look you in the eye if one day the time comes…

That I can’t be happy with so much shit out there

But today the drama is over

I want to touch the fire, feel it burn

I am thirsty for life, not for fame

I don't want an error to be a problem

But today the drama is over

Self-compassion is a condemnation

I am thirsty for life, not for fame

I don’t want the grid or the penalty

Nothing that happens is comparable to you

Our way out, men and women of unclean acts

You were rebellious and pampered, nothing of the sort is comparable

To you.

Life goes on!

Nothing that happens is comparable to you

Our way out, men and women of unclean acts

Because you close the wound, nothing that happens is comparable

To you.

Life goes on!